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[wingenvy]

[He really hates doing these... but he'd gotten the message earlier, and it's probably for the best not to delay things for long.]

Hey all- just a quick head's up. Yuri Lowell's gone home again. Everybody in Brave Vesperia, don't worry, okay? It's business as usual. I'm sure we can figure out where to take things from here. Yuri would want us to keep on trucking, so that's what we'll do!

[WE'LL BURY THE SADNESS YOU GUYS IT WORKS GREAT]

Oh, and I've got an announcement for all you newcomers to Luceti, too! The name's Zack Fair, and I work at the local bar here in the plaza, along with Buffy Summers and Shizuo Heiwajima. The bar's called Good Spirits, and it's a great place for just hanging out and taking the load off. Not just for alcohol, either! So don't worry if you don't drink that stuff.

Come on in if you're ever feeling thirsty! We'd be happy to serve you.

[With that said- it's an Open Bar Post! Visit, mingle, chat with that handsome glowy-eyed bartender or each other, whatever. And once his shift is over, Zack will be going home (of course) a bit late, fleeing the thunderstorm. Good thing he's a durable sort. And there might be a nice surprise waiting for him tonight...]

Comments

[averybadfeeling]

[Oh, there was a person. Well, then!]

"Port. Thus far, I like it."

[He sets down the glass and turns toward the speaker.]

"Obi-Wan Kenobi. Honored to make your acquaintance."

[makeitquick]

[Wait what-] That's a name?

[averybadfeeling]

"Not to most people in this village, apparently."

[He grins. If the question bothers him, he doesn't seem to show it.]

[makeitquick]

[...She should feel more bad. She hates it when people question how she talks, after all] Alright, Kenobi. Melaka Fray here.

[averybadfeeling]

[He gives her a slightly impish grin.]

"Melaka? Is that a name?"

[In fairness, you kinda walked into that one.]

[makeitquick]

[...Okay smile back] One my mother gave me.

[averybadfeeling]

"Well, Melaka Fray, it's good to meet you."

[He turns back to his drink, gesturing to the seat beside his.]

"You're welcome to sit, I would hardly object to the company."

[makeitquick]

Not opposed myself.

[Okay. Seat it is - fair enough.] Good on you too.

[averybadfeeling]

[He sips his port in silence for a moment before he speaks again.]

"So, what manner of individual might you be?"

[Conversational. Friendly. He's genuinely curious.]

[makeitquick]

[...Manner of individual? She considers a moment and]

Girl? From Haddyn, the warrens. Slayer?

[averybadfeeling]

"Slayer. I've heard them mentioned before, but I'm not clear on the details."

[He waves a hand vaguely.]

"Idle curiosity, of course. I do not mean to pry."

[makeitquick]

Slayer - means I'm the gal going out dusting lurks, killing demons, keeping people safe from monsters and such.